Still, the headmaster continued onward, switching to a newer cane for more variety as he made his way through the set.“Swish!”“Twenty-one! Thank...you Sir!”“Swish!”“Twenty-two! Thank you Sir!”“Swish!”“Twenty-two! Thank you Sir!”Halfway through, and for reasons that even she couldn’t quite understand, she had started to thank the headmaster for each stroke she received. As embarrassing as it was to hear herself say such a thing, however, it made the pain of the punishment a little easier to bear.. I closed my eyes and kept them closed. I let my body float with the attentions of her tongue. And I let my ears go deaf to the jeers and low catcalls of the men around us.But, you. You, Master, never said a thing. I could tell, because you were, in my opinion, too much of a gentleman to make such childish noises. I also knew that you enjoyed the reactions of those around us, immensely.The tongue jabbed harder at my tender, swollen clit. The blonde's persistence couldn't be ignored. She wanted. With coin in hand, they left the bar and headed back to their inn to see rest. They could see ask Crush about another job in the morning.They were climbing the stairs to their room when Sha'kir noticed Gray's muscles tense. He was empath and sometimes he reacted to the emotions around him if they were strong enough. Something about this felt different to her and she started to reach out for him. Before she could, he had drawn his sword and rushed down the hall towards their room. She followed. Me (not being a subtle person and full of dutch courage) slid her hand down my body and put it on my already hard cock, she withdrew from the kiss long enough to look into my eyes and grin before squeezing my cock through my jeans.As we continued to kiss Jane rubbed my cock lightly through my jeans, she moved her hand up and my heart sunk as I thought my luck had run out, but she undid the button on my jeans and slowly (and quietly) she slid down the zip, I lifted by butt up and slid my jeans.